The Awkward

by beapolkadot   Dec 23, 2011


It's a solid object hanging in the room
Tense words
Soft voices
Chipping nail polish
Glances back and forth to avoid The Face
His face
Her face
That one you kissed and forgot
Choking on ideas you wish you could say
We lock eyes for a moment
Look away
Silent sobbing pulsates through me

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